It all started back in '83
That's when I first became an O.B.G
The set that I claim was the L.B.C
And none of these niggas couldn't see H.D
(Why's that?) Cause I got it goin on
A block of new bitches and my paper is long
(Like what?) Like the beach and the city I'm from
And H.D. don't be gettin bitches sprung
(Off what?) Off the dick, so take a lick
And hurry up and get out my face you trick ass beotch
Cause I don't give a fuck about a ho
Even though I got in the game in nine-fo'
Oh, I still got it goin on
And I bust a gang of bitches cause my game is strong
And hoes be clockin me, straight jockin me
In the party, even if I'm with somebody
And why should a nigga ever try to be
So motherfuckin fresh and fly as me
And why should a bitch ever lie to me
That gangsta ass nigga named Young H.D
Young H.D., why is he
Such a O.B.G
Young H.D., why is he
Such a O.B.G
Now H.D. Dogg is a mack you see
I've been on a mission since '83
The city where I dwell is the L.B.C
And H.D. Dogg'll always stay a G
He be on a mission clockin ends and shit
And he be on a mission tryin to check a bitch
And he be on a mission tryin to straight get paid
And he be on a mission tryin to have it made
So I, can live just like the rest of them
And when it's time to floss I'm with the best of them
Livin lavish, and straight be clockin ends and shit
Cause I'mma keep goin and it just won't quit
Shit, cause I'mma stay fly till I die
And every single day I straight get high
Off drank, or maybe even some bomb-ass weed
And why shouldn't I be an O.B.G
And why should a nigga ever try to be
So motherfuckin fresh and fly as me
And why should a bitch ever lie to me
That gangsta ass nigga named Young H.D
And why should a nigga ever try to be
So motherfuckin fresh and fly as me
And why should a bitch ever lie to me
That gangsta ass nigga named Young H.D
Young H.D., why is he
Such a O.B.G
Young H.D., why is he
Such a O.B.G
I beat you down like a boxer
Got your girl and rocked her
I never ever jocked her
She talked shit I socked her
All in the mouth cause I got much clout
If there's a party in the house I'm turnin it out
That nigga H.D. in the place to be
And I'm still C-walkin on 2-1 street
It's me, the little nigga who will never drop
Slangin ki's of Cali, and it just won't stop
Clockin fat-ass knots, and I got four spots
Plus I got three Glocks in case you wanna get shot
It's hot, on the spot where I slangs my dope
Don't come around and tempt me cause we ain't no joke
Loc, you get smoked like a fat-ass joint
And right about now you've reached the turnin point
In your life, for fuckin with me
And why shouldn't I be an O.B.G
And why should a nigga ever try to be
So motherfuckin fresh and fly as me
And why should a bitch ever lie to me
That gangsta ass nigga named Young H.D
Young H.D., why is he
Such a O.B.G
Young H.D., why is he
Such a O.B.G
Young H.D., why is he
Such a O.B.G
Young H.D., why is he
Such a O.B.G
Young H.D., why is he
Such a O.B.G
Young H.D., why is he
Such a O.B.G